Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Coleen was fuming, the kind of fuming that made her want to grab the nearest pillow and scream into it. One moment she was all calm and collected, and the next, she was storming back into the hospital room, demanding to speak with her so-called best friend's

significant other. "Chad, get out here right now!"

Her son, who couldn't hide his smirk, got an earful. "Go on, your highness is throwing a fit again, calling you out by name."

Chad stood from his chair and ventured out into the hallway.

There, Jade's face was as red as a ripe tomato. "Mia never said that, you liar!"

Chad shrugged. "Oh, is that so? Guess I'm getting old and my memory's betraying me."

"Chad!" Jade was grinding her teeth so hard she could've turned a lollipop into dust.

Back at Maplewood Estates, Andre, who had just tucked his son into bed, braced himself for Mia's tirade.

"You lied, Andre! Molly never told you any of those things about me!"

it woke up their sleeping son, Henry, who started

patting his little back, and shot Andre a glare that could freeze lava. "You're such a despicable, dirty, conniving weasel. You're sleeping alone tonight; we're

on the horizon, the men's foolishness had pushed their women

to see his grandson, he bombarded Mia with questions about the upcoming christening party. "Mia, have you sorted everything out with Andre? Have you arranged the custom gown, the invitations, the venue decorations? How many tables are

Mia interjected, her hand up for pause. "Dad, one thing at a time, let

couldn't help but feel a sting of worry. "You mean to tell

much with her husband due to their spat, and he hadn't

would have been if she'd stayed at home for the confinement period. As he held his sleeping grandson, he indulged in the satisfaction of seeing his good genes at work in

dinner with his son's family, Hansen left, and Mia, with an extra billion on her card, begrudgingly returned to the master

couple leaned against the headboard, Mia reviewed her notebook full of

me that list, and don't worry about the

swamped with work

by her sudden sense of duty, Andre conceded to some of her plans but insisted on handling others, like the security

admiration for her capable husband, suggested she might work for him after